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She stood there in the dark

silence was her only company;

“Breathe, breathe, let yourself breathe!”

she kept on saying that to herself

slowly, she began to collect pieces

of what seemed to be her heart;

one, two, three, piece by piece

she counted all night

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“How can I ever mend this broken heart?” she asked herself

mixed emotions rushed in, blocking her clear conscience

words stumbled, failed her once again

she turned a page, it was not the end

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“God, please,,, let it rain

so i can wash it all away, with one good cry.”

it started to rain. so hard.

September 15^th, 2014

-Anggi Prasasti-